When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Cassandra’s expression shifted immediately. She quickly clarified, “I don’t understand. Today’s incident had nothing to do with me. It was Cecilia who offended Cassina, and it was Cassina who informed my mother.”

Nicholas wasn’t a fool, and he wouldn’t believe her words.

“Cassandra, we’re getting married next month, so you don’t need to worry about Cecilia anymore. I have no feelings for her,” said Nicholas. In an attempt to assuage Cassandra’s concerns, he moved up the wedding.

Initially, joy filled Cassandra’s eyes. However, upon reflecting on his words later, she felt somewhat unpleasant.

“You’re not planning to marry me just because of Cecilia, are you?”

“If I were fond of her, why would I choose to marry you?” Nicholas retorted.

In an instant, Cassandra didn’t know what to say.

Indeed, no one knew whose child she was carrying in her womb, yet Nicholas was still willing to marry her. It was safe to assume he liked her.

Cecilia is likely just his first crush. It’s quite normal for a man to have several women in his heart. Cassandra reassured herself and promised Nicholas,, “Nicholas, don’t worry. I’ll have a good talk with Cassie. All that happened today was a misunderstanding.”

“All right, prepare well this month,” Nicholas uttered softly.

“All right.”

Cassandra was beyond thrilled. After hanging up the phone, she immediately shared the wonderful news with Queenie and the others.

Cassina sat next to Queenie. Having heard that Cassandra was about to marry Nicholas, she couldn’t help but express her envy, saying, “Cassandra, congratulations.”

“Thank you,” Cassandra said, her eyes and eyebrows filled with laughter.

Cassina watched her, impeccably dressed and exuding an air of sophistication in every gesture. An inexplicable pang of jealousy stirred within her. If I had managed to reach Queenie earlier, would I be in the same situation as Cassandra?

Upon having that thought, Cassina immediately shook her head. How could I think like this? After all, I’m not Queenie’s biological daughter.

Perhaps Queenie could see the loneliness in Cassina’s eyes, and she responded simply, “Cassandra, you should really focus on preparing yourself now. You’re pregnant, so you need to be even more cautious about the wedding.”Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Indeed.”

Hearing the tone of Queenie’s voice, Cassandra felt that she was not as invested in her affairs as she used to

At this point, Queenie turned to Cassina and said, “Cassie, when will you bring your husband over for us to meet?”

Cassina felt a bit uneasy. “Mom, he’s just a junior employee…”

During those days, accompanying Cassandra and Queenie, Cassina had been exposed to a great deal of prominent figures.

She didn’t dare to let her husband meet Queenie at that time, fearing he would embarrass her.

“What’s wrong with being a junior employee? He earned his position fair and square, without resorting to theft or violence. It’s fine. Let him come. In the future, I’ll support you and your family,” Queenie comforted.

The more Cassina acted this way, the more Queenie felt guilty.

Had she not lost the child back then, Cassina wouldn’t have had to endure so much hardship.

After Queenie had spoken, it was difficult for Cassina to continue refusing.

“All right.”

The mother and daughter were deep in conversation, essentially rendering Cassandra invisible.

She clenched her hands and made her way outside.

When Cassina emerged from Queenie’s room, Cassandra stopped her and said, “Cassie, I need to have a word with you privately.”

“What’s going on?” Cassina found it odd but didn’t overthink it.

“Come with me, and you’ll find out.”

Cassandra led her to a secluded spot and then got straight to the point. “I know you’re an impostor, pretending to be a prominent young lady.”

Cassina’s complexion turned deathly pale in an instant devoid of any trace of color.

“You’re talking nonsense!”

Cassandra smirked coldly. “I’ve already conducted a DNA test for you and Queenie. I’ve also overheard your phone conversations with your birth mother. What’s the matter? Do you want me to show those proofs to Queenie?”